What if you don't want to fall in love with the school bully?

Jiang Qixiao was in the middle of his lecture, and when he looked up, he saw the Yang family couple secretly watching by the door, and immediately raised the hand holding the pen to beckon to the outside: "Uncles and aunts, you are back."

"Well, I'm sorry to bother you, you continue." Lao Yang smiled, and pulled Aunt Yang away after speaking.

Yang Shaoqing and Jiang Qixiao looked at each other and continued to talk about chemistry problems.

After a while, Aunt Yang came in with a fruit plate.He put the fruit plate on the table, did not speak, stood by and looked at it curiously for a few times, and did not go out.

"Mom," Yang Shaoqing was disappointed by her stare, and frowned, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Qixiao stopped moving, and he couldn't continue talking, so he looked up at her.

"I...you go ahead, I'll cook something delicious for you." Aunt Yang sneered twice, and turned her head three times before walking away.

She was so happy, she used to find a supplementary teacher for Yang Shaoqing and he refused to take it life and death, but this time she was able to listen to Jiang Qixiao's lecture, and even took the initiative to call others into the room.

She is not a parent who pays too much attention to children's grades. She thinks that children's happiness is the most important thing, but there is no parent who does not want their children to become successful.

She was very pleased that Jiang Qixiao could help her son.

It took more than an hour to finish the chemistry paper. After all, it was Yang Shaoqing's weak subject. Jiang Qixiao used full patience in explaining all aspects.

Turning out Yang Shaoqing's Chinese paper and looking at the horrific composition, Jiang Qixiao sighed.

Tsk tsk, it's worse than a primary school student's diary. This wording, this sentence construction, I can't believe it was written by a sophomore in high school.

When Jiang Qixiao was still worrying about how to improve Yang Shaoqing's composition, Yang Shaoqing's cell phone on the table rang.

The mobile phone was placed on the left side of the test paper. Jiang Qixiao raised his eyes subconsciously and saw Zhang Shuhao on the caller ID.Yang Shaoqing frowned and hesitated for a moment, then picked up the phone and connected it: "Hello?"

"Brother Qing."

"Well, is something wrong?"

"I...have a show tonight, can you come and see me?"

The room was very quiet, and Yang Shaoqing's cell phone was a bit loud, but Jiang Qixiao, who was close by, could hear it completely.

Yang Shaoqing was silent for a few seconds before opening his mouth: "I'm at night..."

"Brother Qing!" Before Yang Shaoqing finished speaking, Zhang Shuhao interrupted him eagerly: "You have never come to our dance troupe's performance, just this time, okay?"

Yang Shaoqing didn't speak.

"Brother Qing..." Zhang Shuhao gritted his teeth, "Dancing is my dream, no matter what... I hope you can come."

Jiang Qixiao thought to himself, if people talk about this, how can they refuse?Why is Yang Shaoqing so ink-stained, just watching a show.

After a few more seconds, Yang Shaoqing said slowly, "Okay, I'll go with the nigger at night."

Zhang Shuhao on the opposite side of the phone heaved a sigh of relief, and the call was hung up when he wanted to say something.

"Hey," Jiang Qixiao blinked at Yang Shaoqing with a pen, "You don't seem to want to go, why are you so reluctant? Do you have something to do?"

There is something that is deliberately accentuated.

Yang Shao glanced at him obliquely, "Has no one ever told you that you are a gossip?"

Jiang Qixiao clicked his tongue and raised his eyebrows: "I'm curious."

"Curious?" Yang Shaoqing hooked his lips, "How about going together tonight?"

"Can you tell me when you go?" Jiang Qixiao said.

Yang Shaoqing smiled and said nothing.

The two tacitly avoided the impossible Chinese papers and began to explain the math workbook.

The content I learned at the beginning of the school year was not very difficult, and it didn’t take me long to finish the lecture. I went through the knowledge of physical chemistry again, and Aunt Yang came in and said that it was time to eat.

After dinner, Jiang Qixiao went back to his home. He talked for several hours without a lunch break, and he was full of food. He couldn't stop feeling sleepy.

Pulling the newly installed dark thick curtains, Jiang Qixiao lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Sleeping without light made people lose control of time, and he didn't know how long he slept before he was awakened by a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" He reluctantly got up and opened the door.

Standing at the door was Yang Shaoqing, who was wearing a plaid shirt, khaki overalls, and a black peaked cap. He had a handsome and cold aura that couldn't be hidden.

"Aren't you going to go to the show together?" Yang Shaoqing looked at him expressionlessly, "Would you like to go?"

Jiang Qixiao took a deep breath and instinctively wanted to refuse.

But then I thought about it, and I can't fall asleep even if I lie down now, and I can only stay at home and be bored if I don't go out.

"Wait for me to change clothes." He sighed softly, drank a glass of water in the living room, woke up a lot, picked up his phone and saw that it was past eight o'clock.

He changed into a white long-sleeved T-shirt and slacks, and put a peaked cap on his head, instantly reducing his age.

The two went downstairs, and when they saw Shi He leaning against the door with a cigarette in his mouth, Yang Shaoqing frowned: "Are you fucking smoking downstairs in my house, are you afraid that my parents will see you?"

Shi He snuffed out the cigarette with a few laughs, stepped forward and put his arms around Yang Shaoqing's neck and said to Jiang Qixiao, "Jiang Xiaoxiao is still dressed young today."

Yang Shaoqing pushed him away: "Get lost, it stinks to death."

"I'm not that old." Jiang Qixiao looked at Shi He dumbfounded, and said word by word: "Jianghe's rivers are neat and tidy, brave and good at fighting."

"Why is the name so hard to remember?" Shi He scratched his head, "You said you're not that old, so I'll just call you Xiaojiang."

"Whatever." Jiang Qixiao pinched the brim of his hat, a little speechless.

Can it be difficult to remember his name? Sure enough, he and Yang Shaoqing are good brothers, and I guess the language is not very good.

Zhang Shuhao's performance location was in a large square far away from Yang Shaoqing's house. After walking for more than 20 minutes, Shi He's mouth never stopped, chattering about all kinds of anecdotes that happened in the school.

Yang Shaoqing is not very interested in what happened in school. Apart from practicing boxing, skateboarding and playing ball, maintaining a neutral relationship with people who can get along with all aspects of his life, there is nothing else in his life.

Jiang Qixiao listened carefully all the way, from the strange things on campus to the girls in a class fighting for Brother Qing, to a certain annoying teacher who wanted to contact his mother to give him extra lessons, Yang Shaoqing would still He yelled at him for a few words, and then stopped talking.

High school life is really colorful and memorable.

Jiang Qixiao had never been to the large square where the performance was performed. There were many people and it was very lively. They quickly found Zhang Shuhao's dance troupe.

Zhang Shuhao and the others set up a stage by themselves on the side of the square, and there were quite a lot of spectators, but compared to the square dance in the middle of the square, it was a little insignificant, and the crowds were basically middle school and high school girls.

Hip-hop can bring visual impact to people for a period of time.Zhang Shuhao and the team members first came to a freestyle of listening to music and dancing alone, and then danced together after the dance.

Yang Shaoqing was dragged into the audience by Shi He to make a fuss, and there was a little commotion as soon as he entered. Jiang Qixiao silently retreated to a distance, arms folded.

Within a few minutes, a person approached beside him.

Jiang Qixiao glanced at the visitor.

Black vest, big shorts, and a pair of leather sandals that only middle-aged men would wear. His figure is not strong, but he clearly has a face in his 20s, and he is dressed like a 50-[-]-year-old man.

The man didn't hide from Jiang Qixiao's gaze, smiled wretchedly twice, took out a cigarette from his pocket and asked, "Do you want to smoke?"

Speaking in dialect.

"No, thank you." Jiang Qixiao nodded politely.

The man took out a mouthpiece and lit it, "Outsider."

Jiang Qixiao looked away and nodded silently.

On the stage, Zhang Shuhao was sweating with a happy smile on his face.

"My surname is Wang, and everyone calls me Old Wang." Wang Zhong took a puff of cigarette, and said in a strange mandarin voice: "Single name, one Zhong, loyal Zhong."

"Jiang Qixiao." Jiang Qixiao said lightly.

"Oh." Wang Zhong scratched his waist through his clothes, and then pointed at the stage twice, "That, the tall boy in the middle, do you know him?"

Following the direction, Jiang Qixiao saw that he was referring to Yang Shaoqing. At this time, Xiao Yang was looking at a group of girls around him with indifference and impatience.

Jiang Qixiao guessed that Zhang Shuhao wanted him to come to ensure the number of viewers.

Jiang Qixiao didn't answer, looked at Wang Zhong with raised eyebrows, and asked, "You know him?"

"I know you!" Wang Zhong patted his thigh, his tone and expression exaggerated: "The boss of County No. [-] Middle School, who doesn't know anyone."

The boss of County No. [-] Middle School?It sounded very powerful, Jiang Qixiao wasn't too surprised, the confrontation with Fatty and the others last time made him realize that Yang Shaoqing was a very... street boy.

"Oh." He nodded lightly.

Wang Zhong originally thought that he would ask himself about Yang Shaoqing in surprise, or gossip and chat with himself, but he didn't expect that there was no disturbance in his eyes.

This made Wang Zhong almost forget the original intention of coming to talk to him.

"Oh, the good baby of Baozi Yang's family, he has been so spoiled since he was a child," he seemed to be talking to himself, "I don't know how many times I can take a beating."

Yang Shaoqing's father opened a steamed stuffed bun shop, and everyone generally called him Yang Baozi.

Jiang Qixiao was attracted by his words, a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he glanced at Wang Zhong: "How do you say that?"

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Wang Zhong smiled wretchedly twice, and said, "Sister Jiao—she is a rich and powerful character here, and she has always wanted to recognize this kid as her younger brother. , making sister Jiao no longer interested in protecting him."

Wang Zhong watched Jiang Qixiao silently staring at the front, and continued: "At their age, he was famous and no one dared to provoke him, and he was too good at fighting. But it's different on the road. Although it is disgraceful to provoke a student, but If someone can make this kid see blood, there will definitely be a bunch of people applauding."

After Jiang Qixiao listened, he subconsciously substituted the sister Jiao in Wang Zhong's mouth as the landlord of his shop——Liu Yanjiao.

According to what Shi He said before, it might not be as simple as wanting to recognize his brother.How come in this small broken place, the street gangsters can still call themselves Daoist people? Jiang Qixiao wanted to laugh, isn't Daoist people called only the kind of people who yell and kill in movies?

Wang Zhong took two deep puffs of the cigarette, then threw the cigarette end under his feet and stamped it out, hehe laughed twice: "You are the one who moved in from the upper floor of Baozi Yang's house, I advise you to leave early tonight."

After speaking, Wang Zhong turned around and left.

When he came here just now, he deliberately pretended not to know Jiang Qixiao, but now he knows that Jiang Qixiao is the tenant who rented Yang Shaoqing's house.

Jiang Qixiao frowned, suppressing the thoughts in his heart.

When Jiang Qixiao saw a group of social youths with guys in their hands gradually gathering nearby, Jiang Qixiao felt that something was wrong.

The little girls off the stage also smelled danger and started to scatter around.

These people with things in their hands formed a circle, slowly surrounding Shi He and Yang Shaoqing standing under the stage.

Yang Shaoqing did not change his face, and gave them a faint look.

"Yo." Shi He laughed angrily, and said in dialect at the top of his voice, "What kind of trouble is this?"

Zhang Shuhao on the stage also stopped performing, his face was pale and his head was sweating profusely. He looked at Yang Shaoqing and explained weakly: "Brother Qing... this... I don't know..."

"Yeah." Yang Shaoqing didn't even look at him, and said calmly, "This is the last time."

When Yang Shaoqing received the news today, he had a vague premonition, but Zhang Shuhao's sincerity made him feel that nothing would happen.

Although it was not the first time, Yang Shaoqing was still very disappointed.They used to be best friends and now...

Yang Shaoqing concentrated his mind and stopped thinking about such hypocritical things.

Shi He didn't look at Zhang Shuhao either, with a disdainful expression on his face, he snorted coldly.

Zhou Laoqi came out from the wall of fifty or sixty people. The skeleton on his head looked particularly scary at night. He stared at Yang Shaoqing and smiled twice, and said slowly: "Brother, you can't escape tonight." Now, this beautiful face will be scratched, will Miss Jiao feel distressed?"

Yang Shaoqing was expressionless, glanced at him, and said slowly: "If you want to fight, hit him."

As soon as Zhou Laoqi opened his mouth, Yang Shaoqing understood that sister Jiao must have gone on a business trip somewhere, so he dared to do it.

This sentence was like a fuse, Zhou Laoqi's face became gloomy, the flesh on his face shook a few times, and he raised his hand lightly, and everyone rushed up.

Just now Wang Zhong's evaluation of Yang Shaoqing was that he was too good at fighting. Jiang Qixiao had no idea how capable a 17-year-old boy could be at fighting, but he soon knew.

Surrounded by fifty or sixty people, Yang Shaoqing and Shi He showed no trace of fear on their faces. They were well-trained to fend off deadly attacks, and occasionally found room to fight back.Those people were not easy to play. In order to avoid accidentally hurting their own people, they also widened their circle and gave the two teenagers a chance to fight back.

Seeing Yang Shaoqing's punching speed when facing the enemy, Jiang Qixiao felt like watching a movie. His two hands quickly overlapped Yang Shaoqing's head on both sides, and his legs were not idle. effect.

As expected of a boxer.

On the other hand, Shi He, although he didn't have any rules in his fights, he looked like a master who often fights.

The person who stood at the front line and entangled with the two teenagers seemed to have some scruples and hesitated to fight. Zhou Laoqi couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted: "Who will let the sailor chop it up and feed it to the dog!"

As soon as the words were spoken, they looked at each other a few times, gritted their teeth and rushed forward, regardless of whether they would hit their own people, and their attacks became more and more ruthless.

After all, Zhou Laoqi is a well-known villain, and he will definitely teach him a lesson if he shrinks back at this time, and no one wants to be a victim of his killing others.

Jiang Qixiao could see that the situation had suddenly turned around. Even if the two teenagers could fight again, they would gradually feel powerless in the face of so many enemies with weapons.

The more I looked at it, the more thrilling I felt, and I felt a little panicked.

Yang Shaoqing and Shi He fought for more than a dozen, and they were killed in varying degrees. When the rest of the people surrounded them and waved their weapons to prepare for a ruthless attack, Jiang Qixiao did something he didn't even know. Believable move.

He picked up the steel rod from a person who was lying down, and slammed it on the head of a person outside.